Where the dogs of society howl

Meadow was asleep when the call came and she answers it, in her twilight stages of sleep, with a soft, muffled howl. As she rises through the various stages of dreams to the waking world, the howl dies and her ears filter the sound to her sleeping brain. When, at last, the realization dawns on her that the Warlord and Heart are calling her, the wolf finally snaps fully into the awareness. A tangle of limbs and fur tries to shot up onto all fours. What results is squirming mass that stills after a moment.

After a deep breath and a moment to order her actions, Meadow again moves to stand. This time she makes it up and quickly shakes herself down to flatten her fur and shake off any lingering dregs of sleep. Quickly she bolts toward where she heard the call come from. Slowing as she approaches, having the forethought to not go barreling at top speed toward the meeting spot, the light-colored female comes to stop at a respectable distance from those at the front. Bowing her head in respect, Meadow greets them all. As her head lifts back up there is a wide smile on her face.

Not wanting to take up any more time, Meadow moves off to claim a spot for her and Resin to listen from.